Holy Palace.
Qin Yu opened his eyes on the bed, lost his mind for a short time and then quickly regained his focus. He got up and looked at Yan Luo, whose face was pale, and cupped his hands: "Thank you."
Sending his consciousness into Ning Ling's dream was not a simple matter, not to mention that it had been maintained for so long, and the dream had spent a lifetime together, and Yan Luo was his and Ning Ling's matchmaker.
Yan Luo coughed twice, "The Holy Emperor helped me in Huang Quan's lineage to get back the treasure of reincarnation. Today's matter is what this seat should do."
Qin Yu nodded and said no more, just keep some things in his heart, and looked at You Ji next to him, "How long has it been?"
You Ji said: "Your Majesty, it's already the fourth day, the Demon Attendant came once and said that everything you need is ready."
Qin Yu's thoughts moved slightly, and in the soul space, Ziyue's calm voice sounded, "Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, I can take action at any time."
"Okay!"
Qin Yu drank lowly, "Magic Servant!"
The sound was diffused by the power of the Holy Palace and spread to every corner in an instant.
Soon, the Demon Attendant arrived in a hurry and offered the storage magic weapon with both hands, "Your Majesty, everything is inside, please take a look."
Qin Yu took it over, his spiritual sense penetrated into it, and swept it carefully to make sure there was nothing wrong, "Thank you for your hard work. Go on, this seat will temporarily close the Holy Palace, and no one should disturb it."
Without waiting for him to speak, Yama said: "Your Majesty the Holy Emperor, I will take my leave first... I hope His Majesty can succeed."
She turned away.
The demon servant saluted and retired, and the Holy Palace was closed, and the powerful force distorted the space, especially all the outside world.
You Ji held Qin Yu's hand, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, it will definitely succeed." Although he appeared calm, he could still sense the tension in his heart.
Qin Yu took a deep breath, "Yeah." He raised his head, a crescent moon shadow appeared, and in the pure and peaceful moonlight, Ziyue walked over.
I don't know how she did it in the past few days, her breath has completely recovered, at least on the surface, there is no weak state.
Facing Qin Yu's hesitant eyes, Ziyue said lightly: "With some means, I can recover as before in a short period of time, but I need to rest for some time afterwards."
What she said was light, but Qin Yu knew very well that such a powerful taboo method would definitely cost a lot.
He cupped his hands and said solemnly, "This seat owes you a big favor."
Ziyue's eyes were slightly bright, and she didn't make a refusal. Isn't she doing all this just to get Qin Yu's approval? Obviously, she has succeeded halfway so far. As long as the continuation of the witch life is successfully completed, she will have a guaranteed future.
"Give me the auxiliary things you have prepared."
Qin Yu handed over the storage magic treasure, Ziyue checked it again, nodded, "No problem. Later, I will set up the Wuzu altar and summon the dark power to come. Be sure to remember that when the altar is completed, the godhead must be sent into the in."
In the world of mind and spirit, on the altar of the prisoner, the frozen god said lightly, "Don't worry, the Demon Sovereign, since I have made a decision, I will never go back on it."
The purple moon shot, and in the purple moonlight, the auxiliary materials in the storage magic weapon flew out one after another, and they quickly melted and gathered together, turning into a deep dark color.
It was as thick as ink, with big bubbles constantly emerging and breaking from it, like boiling water. What's weird is that instead of increasing the temperature in the air, it continues to decrease at an alarming rate.
Qin Yu flicked his sleeves, and You Ji was sent directly out of the hall. Even so, the surface of her body was still covered with a layer of light frost, which was stimulated by the cold breath, causing her face to turn pale, her hands tightly clasped together, nervous. Looking at the palace that was quickly frozen.
The inside of the hall was already covered with ice, and Qin Yu had no extra moves, but stood there like a sun, ignoring all the ice.
Ziyue's fingers kept tapping, each finger was in the pitch-black slime, leaving a deep trace, and then a circle of waves spread outward.
The waves that spread in different directions collided with each other, producing even finer ripples, which covered a whole mass of mucus. In these ripples, the pitch-black slime continued to stretch, gradually taking on the appearance of an altar.
It was only similar at first, but it soon became clear. When the altar was completely in front of him, the pitch-black slime that formed the altar quickly condensed, like the ice of black water.
The witch altar is complete!
Ziyue's eyes suddenly lit up, and in the depths of her eyes, there seemed to be countless runes circulating, like a splendid nebula.
These runes seem to be disorganized, but they can be connected to each other, but they can just be formed, an upside-down altar - exactly the same as the Wuzu altar in front of him at the moment.
"Magic Emperor!"
Qin Yu raised his hand to point between his eyebrows, his fingertips burst into light, seemingly submerged in flesh and blood, and slowly pulled outward. A dazzling long diamond-shaped polyhedron appeared from it, and the powerful aura of dignity, majesty, and contempt swept all directions in an instant, the air was suddenly full of icy aura, and the temperature dropped crazily again.
In this extreme cold, a white-haired figure appeared, he stepped in front of Qin Yu, and said slowly in silence, "I hope you won't disappoint me."
Snapped-
The figure shattered like a bubble.
call out-
The godhead roared out and went directly into the Wuzu altar.
The altar composed of runes deep in Ziyue's eyes suddenly trembled slightly, and then all the runes quickly burned. There was a trace of pain on her face, and her breath quickly weakened, as if her strength was being forcibly extracted.
Qin Yu's expression tightened, and at this moment, Ziyue sighed in a low voice, "The sacrifice has arrived. According to the agreement of ancient times, please come to the power of darkness!"
A drop of ink color suddenly appeared in the hall, and then quickly spread out. It was pure darkness, without any superfluous attributes.
The strange syllable came out of the darkness and could not be heard at all, but when it fell into the ear, one could clearly perceive the meaning it represented.
"Servant of the Moon Palace, the quality of the sacrifices you provided is of the sixth rank, which is not enough to exchange my power. Considering the status of the Moon Palace, the power of darkness can come to protect her for two hundred years. But the power of darkness will not give additional gifts, Provide new sacrifices two hundred years later, or I will take her soul as compensation for me."
The darkness in front of her was like a stream of water, quickly pouring into Ning Ling's body, all her breath disappeared instantly, and she was completely isolated from the outside world.
Ziyue's face was pale, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that this kind of change would happen."
Qin Yu took a deep breath and suppressed the restlessness in his heart, "It has nothing to do with you."
Two hundred years is enough, he will definitely be able to find enough sacrifices and solve the immortal source punishment on Ning Ling.
Ziyue nodded, "I have to sleep for a while." With that, she and the moon shadow above her head disappeared at the same time.
In the soul space, Ziyue seemed to have suffered a lunar eclipse and was extinguished little by little.
The ice in the hall quickly dissipated, and You Ji stepped forward with an eager face, "Your Majesty, how is Sister Ning Ling?"
Qin Yu said: "In two hundred years, she will be fine."
You Ji showed joy on her face. She had been preparing for two hundred years, and she would definitely be able to solve the problem. She had absolute confidence in Qin Yu. Qin Yu didn't say anything about the consequences of not being able to come up with sacrifices after two hundred years, because he would never allow that to happen.
Looking at Ning Ling, who seemed to be asleep on the bed, Qin Yu's mind rolled with countless thoughts, and finally revealed a touch of firmness. He raised his palm and the light surged, and a token quickly condensed and completed, "You Ji, this is the subordinate order to control the Holy Palace. Card, when I'm not here in the future, you will be the supreme ruler of the Holy Palace's power... Protect yourself and Ning Ling."
You Ji's eyes widened, "Your Majesty... you..."
Qin Yu gave her the token, "don't worry, it's just in case, now I'm going to do something."
Eyes are so cold!
For so many years, all kinds of grievances and grievances with Xianzong have completely broken through Qin Yu's tolerance limit after Ning Ling's incident.
Between them... they are inseparable!
Swah—
Qin Yu's figure moved and disappeared immediately. After a while, he appeared in front of the master of the gym, straight to the point, "Ximen, I have a plan to destroy Xianzong, and I need your cooperation with me."
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Xianzong, because of the release of Xianyuan's power, the messy Xianzong world has basically recovered.
But Qin Yu didn't die for a day, they were stuck in their throats and could never be stable.
The figure of the Nether Realm Lord was wrapped by the power of darkness, gnashing his teeth, "After the death of Shen Yuanyin, this seat will not believe it, he can continue to endure it!"
The Lord Buddha looked indifferent, "Wait, she doesn't have much time." He couldn't help thinking of the meeting with Qin Yu when he destroyed Zhongnan Mountain and killed the Xianming family.
A trace of throbbing, uncontrollable pouring out from the bottom of my heart, even after many days, the feeling still exists.
The Lord Buddha frowned subconsciously, and the killing intent in his chest was even stronger. No matter what the reason was, Qin Yu must die.
But will he really lose his mind and break into the Immortal Sect recklessly? If he chooses to forbear and wait until he is strong enough in the future, who can kill him? If there is such a day, the people of Xianzong may only be able to shrink in a small world and dare not take a step into the world.
After all, no one can guarantee that the matter of killing the divine vowel can really become a shackle that restricts his improvement!
The Nether Realm Lord obviously also thought of this, and said coldly: "You must provoke him, make him hate you and me to the bone, and don't give him more time."
The Buddha's face was expressionless, "The realm master is standing from the demon emperor's point of view. Once Shen Yuanyin dies, what measures will be taken to deal with you and me."
"Destroy each one!" The Nether Realm Lord said solemnly: "Xianzong and Qin are the leaders of this matter. Although you and I killed Shen Yuanyin, Qin is the incentive."
"That's right, if the Demon Sovereign makes a move, he will definitely kill the Winning Emperor first, weakening the power of you and me, and at the same time deterring the world and putting my Immortal Sect into a helpless situation. But if we happen to rescue the Winning Emperor when he makes a move, If you try to stimulate him again, will the Demon Emperor be even more angry?"
The Nether Realm Lord's eyes lit up.
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Qin Yu said lightly: "If this seat takes a shot at Emperor Ying, Xianzong will definitely rescue me, and find a way to completely anger me and lead me into Xianzong."
Ximen Gucheng frowned, "This seat admits that what you said is very likely, but the question is what will happen after entering Xianzong?"
Qin Yu's tone was calm, but every syllable between the lines was full of blood that made people palpitate, "Ximen, trust me, this time I will make the entire Xianzong disappear from this world forever!"